Hey sometimes plans change and all I can think about is my own silence and how it is like pushing up against herself to not try something tremblingly new
They call it alexithymia.
I never knew there was a word for all the(s)
I never thought I could say the inability
came from the pits of my stomach, depths of my heart to
say I love you was to bow down on one knee and bestow upon you every poem I ever wrote you, to express
is something harder than it looks, but it is the look in your
eyes that make my trembling blabbering seduction method less embarrassing, these feeling(s)
Has been nothing but unknown territory for me, but at least I have you.
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